Burn the silver from her eyes,
Sharp is the dagger that cuts blood ties

Swift is the arrow that breaks his heart,
Blunt is the ax that cleaves them apart.

Iron teeth and nails of steel,
Cool, the icy wind that heals.

Dare to calm the roaring flame,
Count the people who fear her name.

Drink the blood of fallen foes,
Unseen hands that no one knows.

The many faces she must wear,
A nameless burden, she must bear.

Shadows creep in the dead of night,
The assassin is silent, out of sight.

Slow is the sword that cannot win,
Conceal the flame, keep it in.

Break the collar of restraint,
Black, the keys you must obtain.

Burn the darkness from the night,
For she is the Queen of the Light.

Where do all the lost boys go?
The rag tag scruffy band
of tiny merry men
playing Robin hood again,

The kings of
flying fancy,
dragons dancing
in the fire lit night,
the little wrathful
waking warriors,

The lonely eyes,
with scraped
and soon to be
scabbed up knees,

The oily skin
and dripping tears
accompanied by
snot that drip drops,

The searchers,
tiny adventurers,
monster hunters,

The little victims,
who follow the whims
of cruel dictators,
of vile violators,
of demon desecrators
on their soft flesh?

When all the madness
seems to pass
and only the stillness
finally lasts,
when they finally
silence the bad,
quieting
the nightmares
they had,

after peering
through
windows,
searching
the artic cold
of winter’s
harsh white snow,
searching for
a safety
they have never
known,

please tell me
cause I don’t know,
where do
the lost boys
go to?

my black nail polish is slowly chipping
and this is the one time i don’t have anything
to say to anyone sitting around me.
it’s a strange contrast between the slowly building loneliness
i feel, and all my friends celebrating,
and all the families eating ice cream and laughing around me.
i see the reflection of you laughing in a handheld mirror they sell
at fentons that says “vote myrtle”
the ice cream that’s in front of you is melting faster and faster.
it’s a sweet and sticky and perfect mess but i need to clean this up,
but the napkins are out of sight and out of reach.
i’m older now and i realize that ice cream isn’t really considered dinner, but i am my own home and this is what i want
you know we could never have played house, no matter how much
we dreamed of each other in the beginning.
i know now that happiness costs more than the price
of a shared cookie connection sundae at night with you.
and i know now that maybe there are more things in the world
that can make me happy besides you
but i just can’t help but feel a little bit alone as
i struggle with half-fulfilled fantasies i still have about you
as i’m running alone to my car parked somewhere on piedmont ave
in the dead of winter (albeit oakland winter so it’s 60 degrees)
i don’t want to believe we were just built to fall apart,
but i know i’m smarter to believe that we could’ve last.

Whoa,
you totally caught me by surprise,
there I was speeding in the Fast Lane,
racing through life when you hit my blindside,

it’s amazing how one person,
can affect another person so much,
see I’d forgotten what love was,
out of touch with other people’s touch,

and I’m fighting,
every instinct to rush,
because I want to take my time with you,
so I back up,

still I can’t help but think what would happen if we hook up,
what an unstoppable team we’d make,
racing down the freeway under the star light,
with both the risks and the opportunities we’d take,

and I usually stay single,
because I’m just not the committed type,
but when it comes to you the truth is,
I’d be honored to call you my wife,

whoa,
that last line totally caught me by surprise,
and I mean I know you have a beautiful body,
but really what got me was those eyes,

those crystal blue hues,
as magnificent and deep as the ocean,
I swear my soul could swim in them,
without air I wouldn’t even need to come up oxygen,

you could make this player an honest man,
and I remember you saying how easily you could fall in love,
and I remember me saying you could go ahead,
because there’s probably not a better man out there below or above,

haven’t felt this sort of feelings in a long time,
maybe in forever my God it feels so different,
as the light of the Himalayan salt crystal glows,
we let it all go and operate off instinct,

I asked you to move in with me,
and you said you might,
because we both live our days like this could be our last night,
knowing all to well that life goes on then all of a sudden we die,

whoa,
don’t want to die nor do I want to think about it too much,
but if I did die right now I’ll tell you what,
I’d be happy as Hell in your arms surrounded by your touch,

fck,
what more can I say,
I’m in love with you,
and I’m not ashamed,

no reason to not get lost in each other,
I mean sometimes you have to get lost to get found,
want to shut off the rest of the world for a moment,
where our heart beats are the only sounds,

want to explore as well,
maybe travel the globe,
I’m ready if you’re ready,
all you have to say is “Let’s go.”,

let go of all that passed past,
be here for this moment before it’s passed,
because it all goes by way to fast
and we both know nothing good ever really lasts,

whoa.

∆ LaLux ∆

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I always thought that I was living inside a book
Sometimes, well, actually most of the times
I felt that what happenned before my very eyes
Was nothing more than an illusion driven by my mood

I guess it started the day I realized I was alone
They would tell me: 'Everything is going to be fine'
They didn't know I was never going to believe their lies
How could I? They were such an empty amount of words

Will the day come? Yes, that day I'm talking about
The one when we leave all the onus behind
And feel ourselves reborn and routed into a new light
Or maybe that day will be as unreal as the ones we have now

Little did we know that the moment we got caught
In the knots of pain and fear
These will become endless tears
Tears, the words of our inocent hearts begging us to hold on

Why read a book?
People say for entertainment
Or to learn things
For me,  simply it is
To feel and to be somewhere

If you're like me
And you don't have a life
It often gets boring and sometimes...
depressing.

There's nothing that feels more fulfilling
than to have a book in front of you
You read and the words **** you into the novel
The rest of the world dissolves away

Reading makes me feel hopeful
That someday
I'll have a life of my own

Maybe I'm just one of those characters
who start out being loners
And later have adventures of their own
with their remarkable wierdo friends
and fall in love and such...

I don't know
Who can tell?
When you read,
It feels like anything is possible
I can't be that optimistic in real life
But when I read, I don't loose hope

Reality can be a ****** sometimes
But you don't always have to deal with it
Escape! If you can afford it

Mornings
couldn't come
faster
on days
I know
I'd wake up to
y
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in dream...